...more pictures of Eddie. He is very hard to pin down.
Billy stripped the neighbors' gardenia bush to bring me a bucket full of blossoms. I didn't reprimand him. They smelled really pretty. The neighbors can grow more gardenias next year.
Isn't this self-portrait of Eddie fantastic?
Moving the Death Star...carefully, carefully.
Outside the new house. Email me for the address. It is less than a mile from the old house.
It is very difficult to get Eddie to pose for pictures in which he is not making silly faces.
Checking out the chickens at school.
Eddie's class has been growing mealworms. They turn into darkling beetles. Nice.
Billy discovered Eddie's old karate gi. He knows exactly what to do with it.
The many silly faces of Eddie.
Underfoot.
The new house. Homework room.
Living room. (I am not a big fan of those curtains. Oh well.)
Nice kitchen.
We went to a shark birthday party in the rain. The mom really stuck to her theme. The boys and I liked the Ken doll being devoured by the shark. Nice touch.
Rain on campus.
I still loathe the un-original canoe monstrosity. To me, it represents a large sum of ill-spent money during a tough period in my department. (The boys love the canoe statue.)
Here is one of the essays that came home in Eddie's school portfolio:
My Nana lives in La Grange. She is 51 years old. My Nana is my mom's Mom. She took Billy and me to NASA. I went to the ranch with her. My cousin, Billy, and I roasted marshmallows. My Nana is sweet. She raises chickens and ducks. I love my Nana.
Let's all say this together: Awww!
